Freudian Slip

Good nighting to you all...

I'm up at a funny time because I've been watching horror films and climbing trees in the dark and listening to too many songs about setting things on fire. Don't worry though kids, I only set things on fire in SAFE and CONTROLLED environments. One has to be both a funny blooded rebel and a well behaved citizen all at once to get by in this universe.

I'm very pumped to get another tattoo soon. The floodgates have kind of opened, there's a lot of things I'm just really excited about, the cancer is all sort of over almost, there's just the battle scars and the enbattled legs and the whole of the rest of the world. It's just the catching up right now, my appearance is almost perfect. I need one or two more tattoos, slightly paler skin and an ability to be bothered to bleach my hair more often so I don't have black roots at the top of my green hair. I know this sounds kind of shallow but a big part of getting better is looking like you'd look if you hadn't been ill. Which I very very nearly am :)

I spent a lot of today filling in forms that were slightly irrelevant to the information I was trying to convey. I persisted and finished though. Then realised I'd used purple pen for the whole lot, let's hope everyone thinks it's quirky professional and not retarded idiot. Pharmacy also finally phoned, picking up my tablets on Wednesday just before I nip over to one of these generic coffee shops to meet one of the cancery worker peoples to discuss more of the whole CONSTANZE YOU HAVEN'T GOT CANCER ANYMORE SORT OF GET OUT OF THE HOSPITAL AND INTO THE REAL WORLD malarkey. I put down lots of stamp and cancer related places on my forms of futureness so we'll see how that goes. I felt a bit weird though because I already have a lot of 'job skills' and 'self esteem', hell knows you learn them in hospital, this beautiful balance of maturity and chaos. I just need a shove off planet cancer onto planet Earth.

It just seems like the first few months of this year dragged on a bit. A good sort of dragging, but still a bit of a drag and now I'm at the top of the hill surveying all of the lovely green lands that shall soon be mine. While I'm up here I might also push some people off, I've had quite a lowered tolerance of moaning people this week. People spend days and years picking out the small bad things in their lives and turning them into massive issues. It's almost an art form, sort of like if Kandinsky had painted only in black and white, it's still a beautiful and wonderful subject, but if you portray it without colour then it just looks miserable. Ok, terrible analogy, but you know what I meant.

I apologise for the slightly narcissistic and strangely toned post, it's very late and I am a very happy bunny. I just feel very well this evening and even more optimistic than usual. When I got cancer it dawned on me immediately. I guess the not having cancer bit is taking a bit longer...

Constanze :)

P.s I went to see the Olmypic torch but it was completely ruined by no less than four complete cunts who thought it would be hilarious to have a fag and nearly gas me alive. It was in a nice illegal spot and everything, too bad the police were too busy taking photos of our young blonde torchbearer to notice. If you're going to make a law, at least take it seriously.

P.p.s I think I might have a tiny bit of buggered up nerve from the shingles. Bother.

P.p.p.s I'm trying very hard but I'm still not German.

P.p.p.p.s I got stuck on the floor in the biscuits aisle today. Had to pretend to read some ingredients for a very long time before I finally found the strength to be five foot seven again! Other shoppers must wonder what the bejeebs is going on :D